Hospital Wing

George sensed these thoughts and passed them to Holly, who wanted desperately to say something comforting, but couldnt manage it. Insted she pulled Eliza in to try and hug her.

Eliza was surprised, then returned the hug gently.
"Thanks." She said.

Holly smiled rubbing her ribs. It was worth it.
"So.....your name's Eliza, hows that working out for ya?"
Madam Pomfrey didnt give her a chance to answer, because a moment later she had pushed Holly back onto her pillow, poured some purple liquid down her throat, and left.
Holly attempted to talk, but couldnt help but fall slowly....surely....into a deep sleep.

Hayley looked at Holly fondly, then said, "Yeah.....I did have a dream Holly died," she muttered, sitting up in her bed.

Natalie frowned.

"But that was in the great hall, remember?" said Natalie.

"Well, maybe you were seeing an attemped murder... Holly's murder. But you didn't see after that she gets better, that she doesn't die." Eliza said, looking for an explanation.

Hayley smiled weakley. "Good thing too, if Holly died, and I predicted it....I'd never forgive myself," she said solemly.

Holly murmured something in her sleep, but didnt wake up.
George looked at her for a moment and then said, "I used to think she was lucky....but shes been through wars this kid....,"

"True," said Natalie, remembering all Holly's sleepless nights filled with nightmares.

George glanced at Natalie, unsure how she was thinking of the nightmares when Holly had never told her.
He didnt say anything.

Hayley sat up in her bed. "George, you okay?" she asked, thinking the little monkey was probabaly feeling a bit down.

Emmalynn was being carried into the hospital wing by Theodore Nott, and was making it very difficult for him.

"I'm fine, dangit! Put me down you disgusting waste of a human!" she yelled, thrashing her legs, but keeping her left arm secured to her chest. "I broke my arm, not my legs!"

"Fine, Emma," Nott said, putting her down, but keeping a firm arm around her waist.

"You don't have the priviledge to call me Emma, and you're still touching me..." she said, seething. She twisted out of his grasp and walked to the bed next to Hayley's, sitting down. Nott left, seeming mad, but Emmalynn just stuck her tounge out at his back.

Jamie got on his feet after one whole day of barfing into a bag....

Hayley looked at Emmalynn. "Gosh, what happened you? You okay?" she asked.

"Jeezuz dude, you alright? And whos that....dude?"
She indicated Nott.
"Yo"

Natalie looked at George, knowing what he was thinking.

"I know...because...well...have you not heard Holly scream in her sleep?" Natalie said, dumbfounded.

Hayley looked at Natalie, with a confused expression in her face. "Scream?" she asked.

"Yes....and whimpers," said Natalie, "so I'm assuming it's bad dreams...if not, she's just really good at pretending."

Hayley laughed, picked up a digestive that was sitting ona tray beside Holly's bed.

Emmalynn looked around for the first time and realized that her little outburst had had an audience.

"Hey guys... Uh... I'm a very breakable person lately..." she said, blushing, hoping that would explain things. "That was Theodore Nott, Slytherin, thinks he's cool, but really isn't...."

"Some people are gits," said Natalie of Nott.

"Some people are," Holly agreed wisely, "So....you ariii Emmalynn?"

Jamie sat up on his bed and sighed rubbing his head....
"ahh the hangover.... hate that!"

Hayley shook her head at Jamie, "Alcohol does bad things to you pet," she said smilnig.

Yvaine stumbled in to the hospital wing, and collapsed on a bed. She woke up dizzy, "What happend?" She asked the person on the bed next to her.

"No idea," Natalie told the new girl, "you sort of came in a collapsed on a bed."

Holly narrowed her eyes.
"Broken arm again?" she repeated, "How does that work?"

"Um, maybe she alreday broke it," Hayley relpied, as if this was the most obvious answer. "Oh, hi Yvaine," she added, "What happened you?" she asked.

"Yeah Holly...you gotta learn to put two and two together," said Natalie, grinning at Holly.

"Oh," Holly said understanding, "I see now....,"

"Good," said Natalie, giving Holly an unnecessary hug.

"Oh, ok." Yvaine told Natalie, "So, what's wrong with you?" Yvaine asked, still quite dizzy.

Hayley smiled and said, "Well, I was visiting Holly, and then I fell, and banged my head, and Natalie is just visint gus I think..." she trailed off.

((ahh Lucy, im fasting today, and im SO hungry!! lmao))

Emmalynn sighed. It was the fourth time in two years that she'd broken her arm. Wel... her father had broken her arm...

"I was playing Quidditch..." she said lamely when madame Pomfrey came over. Of course the witch kneww Emmalynn was lying because of the hand-shaped, purple and black briuses she revealed when she pulled up Emmalynn's sleeve.

Holly narrowed her eyes and managed to prise herself off her bed to amble over.
"Um.What?" was all she asked.

Emmalynn looked at the ceiling guiltily.

"Uh, Quidditch?" she repeated.

Holly glanced at her before looking at her arm again.
She cringed in pain.
"That looks awful," she said, but had to massage her own ribs, which had obviously not totally healed yet, "Are you......is someone doing that TO you 'Lynn?"

Hayley looked serious when she looked at Emmalynn. "Who is it?" she asked.

"Nothing happened to me," Natalie replied to Yvaine, "I'm here to see friends."

"We aint stoopid stupid," Holly said stoopidly.

Natalie looked at Emmalynn.

"Please tell us what happened," she pleaded, "it is important for you to tell us if you were attacked....so it can be dealt with quickly."

Hayley nodded, frowning. "Seriously, who was it?" she asked.

"Was it a death eater?" Natalie asked, frowning, "cause I know a guy....or should I say...a little guy...that could take care of them for ya."

"Who?" said Natalie, but she had her suspisions.

"You can say," Holly said, "You can talk, and we are your friends, so you can say.....and its confidential,"

"Exactly...no taddle tails in this room," said Natalie.